If we cut out the bad Well then we'd have nothing leftLike I cut up your mouth The night I stuffed it all inAnd you lied to the angelsSaid I stabbed you to deathIf we go at the same timeThey'll clean up the mess

I lost my head You couldn't comeThis loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottleWatched me kick out the chairLet you chew up the glassAnd laughed at you just hung thereI have thought of rose petals mostly perfect and pureThen I thought of your petals And the abuse they've been through

I lost my head You couldn't comeThis loss to my brain almost feels like a gunYou lost your head I couldn't comeThis loss to my brain almost feels like a gunWhoa whoa

I told the angelsCan't stay in heavenI asked the devilIf we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing leftLike I cut up your angels Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head You couldn't comeThis loss to my brain almost feels like a gunYou lost your head I couldn't comeThis loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun